Monsieur Mediocre
One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French
(Sprache: Englisch, Französisch)
A hilarious, candid account of what life in France is actually like, from a writer for Vanity Fair and GQ
Americans love to love Paris. We buy books about how the French parent, why French women don't get fat, and how to be Parisian wherever you...
Americans love to love Paris. We buy books about how the French parent, why French women don't get fat, and how to be Parisian wherever you...
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A hilarious, candid account of what life in France is actually like, from a writer for Vanity Fair and GQAmericans love to love Paris. We buy books about how the French parent, why French women don't get fat, and how to be Parisian wherever you are. While our work hours increase every year, we think longingly of the six weeks of vacation the French enjoy, imagining them at the seaside in stripes with plates of fruits de mer.
John von Sothen fell in love with Paris through the stories his mother told of her year spent there as a student. And then, after falling for and marrying a French waitress he met in New York, von Sothen moved to Paris. But fifteen years in, he's finally ready to admit his mother's Paris is mostly a fantasy. In this hilarious and delightful collection of essays, von Sothen walks us through real life in Paris--not only myth-busting our Parisian daydreams but also revealing the inimitable and too often invisible pleasures of family life abroad.
Relentlessly funny and full of incisive observations, Monsieur Mediocre is ultimately a love letter to France--to its absurdities, its history, its ideals--but it's a very French love letter: frank, smoky, unsentimental. It is a clear-eyed ode to a beautiful, complex, contradictory country from someone who both eagerly and grudgingly calls it home.
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Introduction Like many Parisian families, we occasionally rent our apartment out on Airbnb. It s not an easy process, but it is practical, and as long as you can power through the tedious chore of prepping your house and fielding calls from guests who forgot the code to your building, it does provide some disposable income that s handy for all those school year vacations that pop up in France like measles every six weeks.
What many Parisian families DO NOT do is rent out their apartment while they re not on vacation and when their kids are still in school, which is exactly what we did one year by accident, forgetting that the Easter break for families in the south of France hits a week earlier than that in Paris. We realized this fun fact days before our guests arrived, which sent us scrambling to find alternative lodging (on Airbnb of course) in Montmartre, a hop skip and another hop away from our own place in the Tenth Arrondissement.
Sure, it felt odd to pack up our clothes, the printer, plus the dog and cat, hair dryers and book bags, just to hoof it three metro stops west for a week. And yes, it was a bit bizarre to pass your own apartment in the morning on your way to school (now a twenty minute schlep) and see the window of your bathroom fogged up from a stranger probably fucking in your shower.
But in the end, the week turned out not half bad. It forced my family to break up a rut we didn t know we were in, and gave us the chance to see a part of Paris we hadn t had time to visit much. And it was during this impromptu staycation in Montmartre, dining out early with the kids at restaurants or ducking into a café for a beer midday or riding the bus (the bus?) and taking photos from the window of that bus, that I felt, for the first time in fifteen years, like an American in Paris. A tad curious, kind of stupid, and with much too much energy, not unlike the other Americans I saw in Montmartre that week, marching up
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single file to the Sacré Coeur church, where they d take in a breathtaking view of Paris while also being pickpocketed.
Some were backpackers on Snapchat, others were orthopedic shoed retirees carrying on about Sedona. And although each looked winded and footsore, each had an enthusiasm for Paris I hadn t felt in a long time. How could they not? Although it was now a bit Disney fied, Montmatre had been the foothold for artists like Picasso and Modigliani and American expat writers like Langston Hughes, and its allure and romance were still potent. The streets were cobblestone and smoothed by time. Chickens turned on those sidewalk rotisseries. People leaned on flipped over wine casks smacking back oysters and Muscadet.
I myself probably rounded out the cliché, a real life Parisian writer in his peacoat and five day old scruff scribbling in his Moleskine what the world would never understand but which had to be written. Little did these tourists know, I was just as lost as them, and had they d asked me in their X KUSAY MOI MESSSUR French where the Moulin Rouge was, or in which restaurant Picasso traded his paintings for meals, I couldn t have helped. Because as a Parisian, I wouldn t be caught dead at any of them. Yet at the same time it burned me how I d lost the innocence for this place. I d strayed so far off the range and gone so deep into the recesses of French life that Montmartre now seemed Vegas to me.
Before I knew it, the week was over and I was back in my own Paris, a grafittied, kebab standed, trash strewn enclave near the Gare du Nord, feeling as if I d just had an affair with another neighborhood. And like any cheater, I immediately tried to mask my guilt by finding fault with my present home. Didn t it feel nice to just sit outside and hear tha
Some were backpackers on Snapchat, others were orthopedic shoed retirees carrying on about Sedona. And although each looked winded and footsore, each had an enthusiasm for Paris I hadn t felt in a long time. How could they not? Although it was now a bit Disney fied, Montmatre had been the foothold for artists like Picasso and Modigliani and American expat writers like Langston Hughes, and its allure and romance were still potent. The streets were cobblestone and smoothed by time. Chickens turned on those sidewalk rotisseries. People leaned on flipped over wine casks smacking back oysters and Muscadet.
I myself probably rounded out the cliché, a real life Parisian writer in his peacoat and five day old scruff scribbling in his Moleskine what the world would never understand but which had to be written. Little did these tourists know, I was just as lost as them, and had they d asked me in their X KUSAY MOI MESSSUR French where the Moulin Rouge was, or in which restaurant Picasso traded his paintings for meals, I couldn t have helped. Because as a Parisian, I wouldn t be caught dead at any of them. Yet at the same time it burned me how I d lost the innocence for this place. I d strayed so far off the range and gone so deep into the recesses of French life that Montmartre now seemed Vegas to me.
Before I knew it, the week was over and I was back in my own Paris, a grafittied, kebab standed, trash strewn enclave near the Gare du Nord, feeling as if I d just had an affair with another neighborhood. And like any cheater, I immediately tried to mask my guilt by finding fault with my present home. Didn t it feel nice to just sit outside and hear tha
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Autoren-Porträt von John von Sothen
John von Sothen is an American columnist living in Paris, where he covers entertainment and society issues for French Vanity Fair. Von Sothen has written for both the American and French GQ, Slate, Technikart, Libération, and The New York Observer; he has written for TV at Canal+ and MTV; and he is now penning a column for the political site Mediapart. Von Sothen often does voice-overs in English for French perfumes and luxury brands, occasionally performs stand-up comedy at The New York Comedy Night in the SoGymnase Comedy Club in Paris (in French and English), and is a routine guest on the French radio station Europe 1 discussing all things US related.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: John von Sothen
- 2020, 256 Seiten, Maße: 13,7 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Französisch/Englisch
- Verlag: PENGUIN BOOKS
- ISBN-10: 0735224854
- ISBN-13: 9780735224858
- Erscheinungsdatum: 15.09.2020
Sprache:
Englisch, Französisch
Pressezitat
Named one of the best travel books in the New York Times's "Summer Reading" listJohn von Sothen s memoir of Parisian expat life . . . offers dozens of these inside-baseball insights into a place that continues to mystify and enchant. . . . von Sothen offers some delicious, uniquely French details.
The Washington Post
What do you need to know about the places you re going? A dozen new books answer this question in strikingly idiosyncratic ways, wreathing their authors wanderings in vivid back story sometimes emotional, sometimes empirical, sometimes imperial enveloping the reader in a kind of legible Sensurround. These books ought to come with 3-D glasses and a soundtrack. . . . The American writer John von Sothen crushed out on a more universally recognized source of allure, a beautiful Frenchwoman, whom he met in a bistro in Brooklyn at the turn of the millennium. Soon his love for that woman, Anaïs, launched him across the Atlantic to Paris, where he remains today. Monsieur Mediocre records his love affair with France and with Anaïs (whom he married), and his continuing, bumbling attempts to carry off la vie Parisienne with something approaching grace or, at least, skirting calamity.
The New York Times
"This book made me laugh out loud on the subway. J'adore every jaded character, every hilarious insight, and every upended stereotype. Most of all I felt this hum of love for France, for family, and for life, really that gives every essay a beguiling depth."
Maeve Higgins, author of Maeve in America
"Hilarious and touching! We hear often how cultured the French are, how sophisticated, how superior. Expat John von Sothen's Paris is, in his words, 'a mess a confusing, roiling, weird place.' In other words, it's a lot of fun not unlike this charming book."
Ada Calhoun, author of Wedding Toasts I'll Never Give
"I devoured John von Sothen's sharp, funny, and surprisingly tender memoir. A fresh
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look at a country many know only through a rose-tinted lens."
Jancee Dunn, author of How Not to Hate Your Husband After Kids
An entertaining memoir . . . While von Sothen s vibrant memoir is often humorous, he is also a thoughtful observer of politics and modern family life, including the pain of living far from elderly parents and the unique perspective that comes from being an outsider. As his wife, Anais, tells the author, We critique best what we love the most. And that is definitely true for Monsieur Mediocre.
BookPage
Von Sothen is both laugh-out-loud funny and tender, the latter especially in poignant essays about his parents, an artist and a newsman, who had him late in life. The problem, if it can be called one, is that even without fantasy, von Sothen's Paris comes across as pretty fantastic, a vibrant, genuine place he clearly feels lucky to call home.
Booklist
"A deft, shrewd, and entertaining take on [von Sothen's] adoptive home, a place far different from how it is conveyed in winsome movies like Amelie and books like Peter Mayle's sun-dappled A Year in Provence. . . . A witty, incisive portrait of contemporary France."
Kirkus
Vanity Fair writer von Sothen delights in this wry narrative about the gritty, grumpy realities of being an American adjusting to the Gallic lifestyle . . . With self-deprecating humor, von Sothen wonderfully gives an insider s take on living life as an outsider.
Publishers Weekly
Jancee Dunn, author of How Not to Hate Your Husband After Kids
An entertaining memoir . . . While von Sothen s vibrant memoir is often humorous, he is also a thoughtful observer of politics and modern family life, including the pain of living far from elderly parents and the unique perspective that comes from being an outsider. As his wife, Anais, tells the author, We critique best what we love the most. And that is definitely true for Monsieur Mediocre.
BookPage
Von Sothen is both laugh-out-loud funny and tender, the latter especially in poignant essays about his parents, an artist and a newsman, who had him late in life. The problem, if it can be called one, is that even without fantasy, von Sothen's Paris comes across as pretty fantastic, a vibrant, genuine place he clearly feels lucky to call home.
Booklist
"A deft, shrewd, and entertaining take on [von Sothen's] adoptive home, a place far different from how it is conveyed in winsome movies like Amelie and books like Peter Mayle's sun-dappled A Year in Provence. . . . A witty, incisive portrait of contemporary France."
Kirkus
Vanity Fair writer von Sothen delights in this wry narrative about the gritty, grumpy realities of being an American adjusting to the Gallic lifestyle . . . With self-deprecating humor, von Sothen wonderfully gives an insider s take on living life as an outsider.
Publishers Weekly
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